Lyrics:
money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for
I'm sleepin' on a billion dollars
I'm eatin', I'm eatin'
I'm sleepin' on a billion dollars
Oh no, oh Joe, he did it he's back
In the back
with a rhyme
Danny D, are you ready?
Ready as I'll ever be
Steady, you know, Joey Joe is ready
Jordan and Jon, yeah, come on, we got a funky, funky
make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R.I.P.
Yeah I'm threatening ya,
make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R.I.P.
Yeah I'm threatening ya,
of stone
Six months out of every year when I'm with him I'm alone
[JOE]
He caught the corner
[MEG]
Six months out of every year
He doesn't take me
dirty, come back, hit at your shit
You ran when your nigga got popped
Why you ain't shoot back? (why you ain't shoot back?)
I'm EBK for real
Any nigga
you'll run when it's a shootout
Nah I'm being for real y'all
Cause we all letting the truth out
Cause he stood right there on the floor
When T-Bo knocked
ticket I feel like I'm will calling
Niggas hating on me I don't feel for 'em
Cause my South Philly niggas kill at will for 'em
And my North Philly
Bruce Lee Roy, I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of niggas hating but they
Keep it
right, Money
This one's for you
Special dedication to the NYC crew
We didn't change much as you can see
And the beats are still hyped up by Hurby
In
The Preacher said Joe was a wonderful guy
And God has a project for him in the sky
His stories are binging the Angels a smile
To turn us into new ways
Yes I am insane but you are so far out of sane
So you're the crazy one Cause insane isn't the same
As you think it is okay
I know you pray for me
I'm flaming for you lord now
This kind of favor favor without no labor nana
You are my God you are my everything
Lord I give you all the glory glory
at large
God knows-
And Joe and Rose
We're bringing back style to the White House
I'm painting it beige for a start
We're making it into
can howl at the moon but if
I'm the moon then tell me though
Why would I care?
All of you niggas are pussy
I'm makin' it clear if I wasn't clear
No
Alright, look
I seen these guys backstage, I'm gonna say it right now
There isn't a group in the rap game today, that lyric for lyric
Can out-rap
wordy words in Shakespeare prose
You know...
I'm just your average Joe
I can't give you all those fancy things
Designer clothes and diamond rings
No fast
said I got dos
I took her to the mall, cause I got gift cards
She give me sloppy like I'm Joe yeah, cause I got hard
Chasing a check like Mr. Krabs
She
[Joe Budden - repeat in background 9X]
I'm comin, I'm comin, I'm comin
[Joe - talking over background vocals]
Okay... the time has finally come
Multiple times I don't know
Discovery channel was my last beat
I named it after you because I was searching for the
I don't know but I'm
Stumbling through
to manana
(repeat 2X)
Verse Two: Fat Joe
Yea, uh, yo
You better slide or catch this homicide
Ain't no match for Joey Crack I'm blowin
Throw our hands up
All kinds of drinks are
Off in the cups
All of my thugs
Honies show me love
DJ playin the cuts
[Verse 1:]
I'm dancin with a nice
crazy
But I haven't been lazy
Put in work like jay z
Army not navy
Feed me like I'm zeke
Flows are never weak
Turn the other cheek
Before I go bruce lee
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